On the tram coming home from the city late this evening
There are a lot of tired people on the tram going home late from work. And still working. When do people ever let up?
Staring glassy-eyed into the middle distance, we are each lost to our own exhaustion, refusing to engage each other.
The ghostly back-lit screens beckon us, siren songs to the rocks of connectivity in every way but real. The full moon ignored till we briefly raise our heads to check we don't miss our stops.
After being 'on' all day, how much more can we smile and bob our heads at people who mean nothing to us?
When we can barely manage grunts and grimaces to our loved ones when we finally return home – if they are not already in bed.